Chapter 100: God Of War
"And my Luna?" Ryder frowned. She liked her pack members too much, so he reluctantly added, "Her people? My people?"
The figure’s silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken consequences, and Ryder’s heart sank with a growing sense of dread.
"They may not be the same as you," the figure warned, its voice devoid of emotion. "They could be humans, and you... a monster," it continued, the words dripping with unsettling implications. "Or perhaps it will be the other way around. The possibilities are endless, and the consequences are unpredictable."
Ryder’s eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as he shot them towards the figure, his fists clenched at his sides. His entire body seemed to vibrate with contained fury, as if he was struggling to hold back a storm of emotions. The air around him crackled with tension, heavy with the promise of a tempest about to unleash.
"Tell your master to find a solution," Ryder growled, his voice low and menacing, his eyes still blazing with fury. "I won’t let my people, my Luna, be torn apart by this...this uncertainty. Find a way to save them, to save us, or so help me..." Ryder’s threat trailed off, but the promise of violence and retribution hung in the air, an evident warning to the figure and its master.
The figure stayed silent, its hooded gaze fixed on Ryder with an unnerving intensity. The silence stretched out, a taut and brittle thing, until it seemed it might shatter at any moment. "I’ll pass your message," the figure finally spoke, its voice low and detached.
Then the space rippled once more and the figure disappeared into the void.
In another palace, a man on the throne, clad in resplendent red and white battle regalia, his imposing figure sat leisurely on a gold throne. His piercing red eyes, like two burning embers, seemed to bore into the figure that had just appeared in front of him.
It was the same figure who was with Ryder a moment ago.